Thursday, April 30, 2009

Full moon haiku

still was the wind
dirty water in silence
reflection of the moon

darkness inside
the sky as bright as day
when the light out

only singing frogs
celebrate the moment with me
full moon of stillness

break the solitude
foxes squeaking noisely
from the attic

loneliness ends
by the tune overheard
c’est la vie, c’est la..

eyes wide awake
across the sky, my mind
rush flies home

Lapineung, December 15, 2008

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